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Hook:
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One of these days
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And it won't be long
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You'll look for me
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And I'll be goin' home
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Gotta hold on
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Gotta be strong
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Cuz people don't live that long no more
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Now I been off in the cut
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I wish I knew from the git
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Plenty money on the table
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But this thang is a bitch
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And can't see nothin
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See you blind as hell
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This change that I got
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Don't mean shit if we don't sell
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Forget what ya tell, Playboy
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Lookin forward to buyin my momma a crib
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And tell it like it is
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That's the deal
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Decatur been hea'
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Stay down what ya feel
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I miss my boy every damn day, for real
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Seem like last week that ?????? was here
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At the crib gettin blown
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Damn, I wish I knowned
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How this woulda turned out
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To have a nigga stressin
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I'm prayin every night to thank the Lord for my blessin
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Confessin to change, just ain't the same
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When it's me
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That's hard as steel
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I had to lose my folk to see
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Resevoirs run dry where ya knees don't bend
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I could poor a fifth of Hen
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But it ain't enough in the end, cuz
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Hook
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Look around
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How many people here
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How many people gone
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How many times you done sang that song
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It's so hard to say goodbye
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That's what we say when the kinfolks die
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My homeboy Twain
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Oh, he goin through a thang
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So let it be known
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When momma gone, shit gon' change
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I feel his pain
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But it don't rain, everyday
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Everybody got a life to live
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Some choose to play
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But regardless how ya live it
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Man, we all got to give it
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Ain't no need to fight it
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Just let God handle his business
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Can I get a witness, ha?
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I know sometimes I call girls hoes
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And I be cussin when I'm bustin my flows
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I try to tighten up
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But dollar signs keep lightin up
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In front of my face
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And I can taste it so I'm on this paper chase
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Waistin, my precious time
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Tryin to paste my grime
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Unaware of the finish line
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Niggas dyin, cuz
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Hook
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Now my past is gone
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And my future ain't shit
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Might as well hit a lick, cuz time tick
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And split second decisions decide if I live or die
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Forever rest face to the sky
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Life is like a motor burnin out
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You done heard it word a mouth
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And in the south everyday a title bout
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Between myself and I
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Eye to eye without a clue
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If it angers me it endangers you
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To the point where you got to smoke a joint
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'Cause you frustrated
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Cussin out the girl you was datin
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Nigga, that girl trippin, leave her
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She feed you good, keep her
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Or smokin on this reefer
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I teach her, how to be seen and not be seen
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The phone ring, broad tryna' sell me dreams
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It's just a fling, but some, don't understand
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Some, won't understand
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Hash in the hand better than ass in the jean
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I gotta get the cheese by any means necassary
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Bullshit done got my cousin buried
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The way ya carry, done got his life took
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The love of money niggas get hooked
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Quicker than crack
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And that's a fact you find in no book
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And you can sho' look
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But you won't find none
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Life's a card game with no shuffle
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I got the bad hand, tryna' bluff
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Touchin pain, flushin shit down the drain
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Train ya girl to run trains
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Now who to blame?
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Hook
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One of These Days
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Jim Crow |